It's All God's Fault
Mother's cry
Children sigh
Refugees
Soldiers bleed.
Stomachs empty
Jobless plenty
Crime so high
People's lies.
Life is tough
Not enough
Look for more
Nothing in store.
Corrupt regimes
Sponge the cream
Death abounds
Sickness hounds.
Earthquakes rattle
Empty chapels
Fires and floods
Gangs with thugs.
There is no devil,
There is no evil
There is no sin nature, therefore
It's all God's fault.
Blame Him.
Copyright © Peter Hall | Year Posted 2013
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